Chapter 432 – Allen Has… Time-Traveled Again
"What's that?"
Hiding inside the safehouse, Morgan pointed at a crimson star that had pierced through the adamantium-alloy wall.
The sudden surge of Omega energy caused all the heroes' expressions to shift drastically—they instantly sensed something ominous.
This safehouse was fortified with a mix of Wakandan vibranium and various rare metals, forged into a super adamantium alloy.
Its defensive capability was enough to withstand a direct nuclear blast.
Of course, there was still the risk of the people inside getting roasted alive.
"Protect Morgan!"
Tony shouted.
Pepper instinctively pulled their daughter into her arms.
But instead of heading toward Morgan, the Omega energy veered and shot straight at Uxas.
The divine energy of Apokolips was, by nature, the power of its ruler.
Uxas had refused to inherit it, not wishing to perpetuate further bloodshed.
That hesitation had given Steppenwolf the chance to usurp his rule.
In any other multiverse, any ordinary version of Darkseid wouldn't have just lost his throne—mere disrespectful words would've earned a death glare, literally.
In an instant, the crimson energy spread across Uxas's eyes through the blood-hued veins branching like spiderwebs across his face.
He shut his eyes immediately, took a few moments to adjust, then reopened them—his gaze returned to normal.
Still, the surrounding heroes watched him warily.
After all, Uxas was an alien. Steppenwolf had been his subordinate. Who could say if he might suddenly change personalities?
"I'm fine," Uxas said calmly as always.
True to form, he had ruled Apokolips more like a benevolent monarch than a tyrant.
Then Uxas approached Morgan, putting Tony on high alert. "What are you doing?"
Morgan was Tony's precious daughter. There was no way he'd allow even the slightest threat near her.
"Don't worry. I just want to give Morgan a gift."
"A gift?"
Tony was baffled. An empty-handed alien—what kind of gift could he possibly give?
"Indeed," Uxas replied earnestly. "Morgan calls me Grandpa. As the ruler of Apokolips, I should give her something that symbolizes her rightful status as a princess."
"…"
Bro, you're just the former ruler. That so-called 'princess' title holds a lot of water.
Frankly speaking, it wouldn't get her any special treatment outside.
"Little Morgan, give Grandpa your hand."
"Okay…"
Morgan obediently held out her hand.
As soon as Uxas touched her palm, the Omega energy flowed into her.
In under a minute, the transfer was complete.
Morgan stared blankly at her hand, confused about what had just happened.
"What did you do?" Pepper asked, alarmed.
"I simply gave her the divine power of Apokolips—as a gift."
Uxas explained, "She's now a New God of Apokolips. But I've set a restriction: until she comes of age, she can't access her powers. However, if she's in danger, the power will activate on its own to protect her."
The surrounding heroes now looked at Morgan with pure envy in their eyes.
Divine power—on Earth, that was an incredibly rare force.
What little divine power existed was monopolized by the gods. Only a handful of heroes were granted divine blessings that allowed transformations, but even then, they never truly wielded godlike power. Otherwise, they'd be on par with the gods themselves.
And most important of all—becoming a god meant an extended lifespan.
To humans, that was an irresistible allure.
"I've become a god, so why do I still feel weak?" Morgan said with a frown.
"The Omega energy will gradually strengthen your body as you grow," Uxas said gently. "Once you're older, you'll naturally master all your abilities."
He added warmly, "Little Morgan, when you're older, you're welcome to visit Apokolips. You're the princess now—it's your home too."
Of course, Uxas had no intention of bringing a child there just yet. After the turmoil of being overthrown, he still needed time to reorganize the planet's governance. There was no rush.
Once everything settled, a formal visit could be arranged.
Understanding the situation now, Tony and Pepper felt a bit embarrassed.
This guy had doted on their daughter so much, and they'd only looked at him with suspicion.
"What!?"
No one knew when Allen had crashed into the safehouse with Faora in tow, but he was now wearing a jealous expression. "Uncle Uxas, Morgan's a princess now—what about me!?"
"…"
Everyone froze on the spot.
Dude, what are you even wearing?
And lady, don't you feel the slightest bit of shame?
Faora kept her eyes shut, as if trying to disappear like an ostrich in the sand.
"When I reclaim the throne, I'll grant you a high-ranking title," Uxas offered.
"Pfft…"
Allen's face flushed as he shyly mumbled, "I want to be queen."
"…"
No one saw that coming.
They'd guessed Allen might want a reward—but this outrageous?
Did it not occur to him that queens were generally… women?
Then again, with someone this mentally unhinged, all logic went out the window.
"Sorry, I'm not planning to get married anytime soon," Uxas replied awkwardly.
He could humor Allen's antics, but that didn't mean he was actually crazy.
"Grandpa Allen, what game are you playing?" Morgan asked, staring curiously, her little face lit up with excitement.
"Grandpa's now a mount! A super-cool SVIP mount," Allen said smugly.
Tch…
Tony couldn't bear to look. He scratched his head in exasperation.
Proud of being someone's mount? Seriously?
Even the Kryptonian warrior looked emotionally broken from embarrassment.
"I wanna ride too!" Morgan said excitedly.
"Nope!"
Allen became serious. "Minors can't ride horses. I haven't installed the 'Loli Joyride' mount system."
"But I wanna!" Morgan pleaded pitifully.
"No way!"
Allen slipped into a portal and vanished.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield ruins of New York, Superman had already rejoined the Justice League.
Thanos had teleported back to his flagship for minor wound treatment.
Suddenly, a fleet of construction vehicles arrived and began systematically clearing debris.
Clearly, Bruce had already taken the initiative—Wayne Enterprises was spearheading the post-disaster reconstruction effort.
Their engineering division had long been a top competitor to Stark Industries.
As for the Celestial Baby's imminent arrival, the Justice League and Avengers could join forces while waiting.
With the Eternals and the Black Order both involved now, this doomsday crisis wasn't looking as difficult as it had at first.
"You guys! How's the livestream going?"
Allen reappeared before the comedic trio—Edward, Cobblepot, and Arthur—who, it must be said, were truly bold.
Even when the superheroes had all gone into hiding, they kept livestreaming with their phones raised high.
"Boss! We're raking it in—over ten million dollars in gifts!" Edward beamed.
"Consider it campaign funding," Allen said, striking a noble pose. "Don't say your boss never takes care of you."
"Thanks, Boss!"
"Boss is awesome!"
"Boss is my idol!"
"…"
Allen couldn't resist the wave of flattery, and soon his grin stretched from ear to ear.
If you really thought this trio was just for comic relief, you were asking to die.
Surviving in Gotham for years? These guys were all cunning foxes.
They seemed loyal to Allen, but in truth, they were using him.
After all, their goals were more insane than crime itself—
Like first running for mayor, then president.
"If you guys keep obsessing over my devastating good looks, I won't talk to you anymore."
Allen pouted. "Are you really so shallow that you only care about my handsome face and ignore my noble virtues?"
What virtues?
Of course, the comedic trio knew better. This was just part of his act.
Time to push his buttons.
"Boss, I can't lie to myself—you're seriously good-looking," Cobblepot said with a conflicted look.
Edward swore sincerely, "I swear on the heavens—your minor handsomeness already outshines everything."
"Aaaah, so dazzling!"
Arthur went all in, clutching his eyes. "How can such a beautiful man exist? I dare not look again, or I'll cry from my own ugliness."
"I'm ignoring you guys now!"
Allen turned away in mock anger, yelling as he ran, "No matter what you say, I won't be funny again—hehehe…"
Watching him go, the trio let out a long sigh.
Keeping up with a lunatic's act? Exhausting.
And the constant need to flatter him? Brain-melting.
Meanwhile, the livestream chat was blowing up.
That scene had been broadcast globally.
"So that's what Funny Bat is like when he's flirty."
"Next time I see him, I'll kick that pretty leg—wait no, I'll compliment his looks!"
"Are mental cases really that easy to please?"
"As a psychiatrist with years of experience, I can confidently say: either it's not serious, or it's hopeless. Funny Bat is clearly the latter."
"…"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Just as Allen was goofing off again—
A squad of armored warriors suddenly descended from the sky.
"Kryptonian soldiers!"
That's right—the Kryptonians had come to rescue Faora.
She was the highest-ranking surviving commander, and the remaining Kryptonian warriors would stop at nothing to save her.
"Help! The hot Kryptonian guys are kidnapping Earth's most handsome man! Any hot female heroes with fair skin, long legs, and a pretty face out there? Save me! In return, I'll give you my 20+ years of virginity…"
The comedic trio stood frozen as Allen was hauled away, his cries echoing across the sky.
"Forget it—he'll save himself," Arthur said.
Edward agreed, "If anyone should be worried, it's the Kryptonians. Of all people, they kidnapped Funny Bat."
"Shame though—we can't join the fun," Cobblepot muttered with a sigh.
They gave the Kryptonian warriors a collective three-second moment of silence.
Before long, the Kryptonians escaped back to their mothership with Allen in tow.
To be honest, the Kryptonian invasion was barely a blip on the radar now.
General Zod came to Earth, posed for a bit, and promptly died. His ship hadn't even landed or activated its field.
They'd stayed in a remote location too—after all, Earth's orbit was now filled with Watchtowers and S.W.O.R.D. satellites. Revealing their position meant instant annihilation.
Their remaining energy reserves couldn't even sustain a long-range journey.
And the worst part? Earth had no compatible energy sources.
Allen put on a pitiful act. "Master… save me…"
"Shut up! Let go of me!" Faora barked, now back on her home turf and feeling confident again.
"Nope."
Allen refused, standing firm. "I earned my spot as a mount. Why should I give it up?"
"…"
Faora laughed in disbelief.
Is this guy actually proud of being ridden?
"General, I recommend activating the Obliteration Ray and killing him," one soldier said.
"Do it," Faora ordered coldly. "You forced my hand."
"Traitor! I let you ride me, and now you want me dead?"
Allen gave a mischievous Nike-smile. Faora's instincts screamed danger.
A second later, her whole body convulsed. Her legs trembled and clamped together.
Hsss—
"You wicked little minx! Trying to snap my waist in half?"
Allen smirked. "Didn't I mention? I was once the MVP striker of the Sea Cucumber Team. My record? Thirty hotel nights in a single month. My lumbar muscles are elite."
"Seize him! I'll activate the equipment myself!"
But on the mothership—simulating Krypton's gravity—the Kryptonian warriors were only as strong as normal humans.
That made them laughably weak compared to Allen.
"Kanmanbebe~"
With flair, Allen spun around and carried Faora off, dashing through the ship's corridors.
"After him! Don't let him sabotage the starship!"
"Is something wrong with the General? Maybe after being on Earth too long, she can't readjust to Kryptonian conditions?"
"We have no choice. We need to retrieve her and run diagnostics with the medical equipment."
Allen's backward-bent crawling was far too fast for the Kryptonian warrior—now reverted to mortal form—to keep up.
The most humiliating of all was Faora.
Her face was flushed bright red as waves of strange sensations crashed over her. She kept her lips tightly pressed together, trying not to let a single sound escape.
"Master Slut, I'll never abandon you," Allen declared with absolute seriousness.
"P-please… just… let… me… go…"
Faora spoke one word at a time, each one forced out with immense difficulty, the fear of that perverted magic filling her heart once more.
At this point, she had lost all pride.
All she wanted—desperately—was to get off this damned lunatic.
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
Allen grinned wickedly. "There's no way I'd let you go."
Tears welled up in her eyes.
A single crystalline tear slid from the corner of Faora's eye.
This world is terrifying. I want to go back to Krypton.
…
'Spacetime anchor point locked. Host may now initiate transfer.'
'Available starting classes: Knight, Archer, Taoist.'
'Friendly reminder: leveling up the eighth class will require 200% more experience.'
…
The sudden prompt caused Allen to freeze in place.
The Kryptonian warriors quickly surrounded him.
"Don't touch me."
One of them reached out to help, but Faora hurriedly stopped them.
She was hypersensitive now—any contact would trigger an overwhelming reaction.
…
'Congratulations, Host, you have selected…'
…
'Available multiverse paths include:'
'Justice Faction: Millennial Expedition, Battle of Time, Eastern Divine Spear.'
'Evil Faction: Metal Frenzy, Source of the Spark, Hollow Earth.'
…
'Congratulations, Host. Selection confirmed…'
…
Allen, who had just been staring blankly, suddenly lifted his head and looked at Faora with a face full of regret.
"Master Slut… I won't be able to keep you company anymore. My time has come. I have things to finish…"
"..."
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Allen solemnly promised, "But don't worry, once I return, I'll keep being your mount."
"Ten years of ice cannot cool a burning heart."
"To conquer Sabac Castle… to seize the Dragon Slayer Blade!"
As Allen made his grand declarations, Faora suddenly felt the weight beneath her vanish, collapsing abruptly to the ground. The person beneath her was already gone.
A living, breathing person had vanished into thin air—right under everyone's noses.
But the problem was… the magic on Faora hadn't been lifted.
A spatial black hole?
A rift in spacetime?
Matter conversion?
Reality manipulation?
Of course, none of those were problems a Kryptonian warrior could solve.